That single moment of human connection did what no medication or willpower could. The red faded from his eyes. He wasn't just a devil or a tool for the police; he was a man who had found something worth staying human for. 🩸
: Anzai moved with supernatural speed, pinning the attacker. Devils Line
The rain in Tokyo didn't wash away the scent of iron; it only made it linger in the humid air. Yuuki Anzai adjusted the brim of his cap, his eyes—heavy with dark circles—scanning the neon-drenched alleyway. He wasn't just a police officer for Division 5; he was a hybrid, a half-devil fighting a constant, internal war against a thirst he refused to quench. The Encounter That single moment of human connection did what
: He vowed never to drink her blood, even as his instincts screamed for it. 🩸 : Anzai moved with supernatural speed, pinning
During a confrontation in an abandoned warehouse, Anzai was pushed to his limit. Wounded and surrounded by CCC operatives, his "devil" side began to take over. His nails elongated into talons, and his strength surged, fueled by desperation.
Anzai had been tracking a rogue devil, one who had lost the battle he was currently winning. That was when he saw her: , a graduate student whose only crime was being in the wrong place at the right time. She stood frozen as the rogue devil lunged, his face contorted into a mask of predatory hunger.